May I?

After 46 days, God answered my prayer. You replied me. You answered me. You explained to me. Even in a simplest message. I was thankful. I was happy.

"...I still remember you but with my current situation, I can't have any commitment, I'm sorry. I wish you live a happy life too..." 

"...maybe I should wait more. Don't work too hard. focus more & don't skip your eating time okay. You know I still care for you..." 

"You don't have to wait. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, soon." 

"It's okay, bibi. I can wait. As long as I can. And if in the end, we are not meant to be together, it'll be fine. At least I got you somehow. At least I have a very fond memories to cherish."

And I realized, I'm still in love with you.
May I have you back?

May I?

Stop.

I wait;
Wait and wait more.
Until I realize it's nothing to wait.
You'll never come back to me.

So, I stopped.
I stop waiting.
I wish I am.

And I hope I can move on;
with this shattered heart,
which you still have pieces of it.